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Seths Odd Encounter Sr Kah 241108
In the quiet and otherworldly calm of Hart Avenue, after dusk, Seth finds himself unexpectedly drawn into an urgent quest by a young woman named Ashley. Her cat is stranded up a tree, threatened by the impending storm. Despite being initially preoccupied, waiting for someone outside Rosie's Diner and not dressed for climbing trees, he agrees to help. The sense of urgency is palpable as Seth, in his punk-rock attire, and Ashley, in her simple, now-soaked sundress, make their way to the trailer park. The weather is turning fast, rain soaking them through, and the elements are against them, hinting at a difficult task ahead.
Seth, with no experience in rescuing cats or climbing rain-slicked trees, battles the elements and his own apprehension to reach the stranded feline. The rescue mission becomes perilous as a nearby lightning strike startles the cat, causing it to leap toward Seth, clawing and scrambling in a panic. This sets Seth on a precarious descent, barely managing to grasp onto the branches, with the angered cat in tow. Despite the harrowing experience, Seth successfully returns the cat to Ashley, albeit suffering from scratches and the cold. Without much of a thank you, Ashley hurries off with her pet, leaving Seth to recover from the ordeal and trudge back to his original plans, dampened not just by the rain but by the night's unexpected adventure.
(Seth's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
On Hart Avenue
It is after dusk, about 50F(10C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
Seth trudges along Hart Avenue, neck craned to look down at his phone as he walks. His thumbs tip-tap away at the screen, in the midst of texting, his eyes reflecting its blue-light glow. He narrowly avoids bumping into a passer by, spluttering, "Oh- oh, sorry man" as he staggers around them, before he regains his footing and continues on. Eventually he comes to a stop just outside Rosie's Diner, and leans up against a nearby street light. He waits there for a little while, still staring down at his phone, eventually muttering out a quiet, "Where are you man..." to himself to break his silence.
The quiet heart of Haven, Hart Avenue is tucked away from the towns usual buzz, and as night descends, it embraces an almost otherworldly calm. Tonight, the street exudes a particular mystique, brought to life by the interplay of a quarter moon and looming storm clouds. The sidewalks, worn smooth by years of footfall, wend their way down the length of Hart Avenue. Timeworn street lamps, their iron frames softened by a patina of age, cast golden pools of light that flicker and dance with the whisper of a passing breeze. They illuminate the street in a pattern as irregular as the constellations themselves. In the distance, the rumbling growl of thunder hints at the coming storm, though for now, the air remains a curious mix of anticipation and tranquility. A delicate scent of impending rain lingers on the air.
Despite the growing darkness, the silhouette of the quarter moon is visible, its silvery crescent peeking shyly from behind a shroud of thick storm clouds. The moonlight, fragile and ethereal, paints the tops of the trees and the rooftops of the shops and The Lodge with an otherworldly glow. These buildings, with their quaint facades and welcoming lights, stand shoulder to shoulder like old friends, their windows revealing soft glows from within, hinting at the lives being quietly lived behind those walls. In the rare intervals where the clouds part, stars twinkle sporadically, as if offering silent company to the moon. The occasional chirp of a cricket or the distant hoot of an owl breaks the stillness, punctuating the symphony of the night.
As the minutes pass, the storm clouds draw nearer, and the promise of rain becomes more tangible. The air grows heavier, and the street lamps, almost prophetic in their flickering, seem to warn of the coming deluge. Yet, for this moment, Hart Avenue is a serene sanctuary, a timeless alleyway where the whispers of history and the quiet anticipation of the future converge under a sky poised for change. This is Hart Avenue after duskwhere the play of light and shadow, the hum of nature, and the silent stories of its residents come together in a tableau of tranquility and impending transformation.
Then, that tranquility is broken as a figure can be seen running down the sidewalk coming from the direction of Prospect Avenue. Approaching swiftly, their silhouette soon materializes into the sight of a young woman MAYBE past her twenty-first birthday. Auburn hair and a frantic expression are most noticeable as she spots Seth and veers toward him without breaking stride. "Excuse me, sir! Sir! Excuse me!" She calls out to him, the pleading and urgency clear in her plaintive tone of voice. A hand lifts up, waving toward him even, until she catches up to him and slows - huffing and puffing to catch their breath.
Seth seems to feel, or smell, the threat of rain lingering in the cold air around him. He breaks his gaze away from his phone screen and peers up at the sky for a moment, watching the storm clouds gather ahead. With a slow, foggy breath out, he pulls his leather jacket tighter around his body, a mediocre shield against the coming weather. "He can't still be buying a gun..." he mutters to himself, stuffing his phone away and folding his arms, watching the gathering night in silence. His gaze follows cars as they pass, headlights illuminating the way ahead of them, before glancing back to linger on the diner he has yet to enter. A frown creeps into his expression, brows furrowed softly, but he doesn't move from his place.
At the sound of fast approaching footsteps, Seth's attention is torn away from his thoughts to the silhouette running in his direction. He pushes away from the street light, and he unfolds his arms. He blinks as the woman, as it turns out to be, begins to call out, and he takes a few steps her way to meet her in the middle, "Hey, hey, it's good, what's up?" he asks, narrowing his eyes a little as he examines her, "You alright?"
Usually serene, the street now holds a sense of urgency as a young woman with auburn hair hurries toward the Seth. Her vibrant eyes, a mix of green and gold, are wide with worry as they take in the sight of the man before her. Not exactly the type you would expect to throw in a hand for this sort of thing, that's for sure. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady her trembling hands. Her voice, soft yet filled with desperation, carries through the thick evening air. "Please, will you help me?" The words float on the breeze, blending with the distant rumble of thunder that hints at the approaching storm. You can see the anxiety on her face as the first raindrops begin to fall, their cold touch mingling with the warm tears she struggles to contain. "My cat - hes stuck, and I cant reach him!" Her voice wavers, the fear and worry evident in every syllable. She explains that the tree is near the trailer park, Westhaven, located not so far from here.
The cool breeze sends a shiver through her slender frame, wrapped in a simple sundress that flutters with each gust. She clasps her hands together, her knuckles turning white from the pressure, as she looks around, hoping for a response. Her auburn hair, catching the faint light of the street lamps, shimmers like a beacon against the darkening sky. "Please," she repeats, her worry now almost palpable, as she speaks to this Punk-Rock dressed fellow. "Please help me get him down? The storm is going to wash him away!" In the growing darkness, the silhouette of her slender figure and the cascade of her auburn hair glows faintly, illuminated by the occasional flicker of lightning in the distance. The rain begins to fall more heavily now, soaking her dress and sending rivulets of water down her freckled cheeks.
Desperation and determination mingle in her eyes as she looks up at her new hopeful companion, the cold rain seeping through her clothes and chilling her to the bone. She can feel the weight of each passing second, the storms intensity increasing with every heartbeat. As the rain begins to pour in earnest, the young womans pleas take on a new urgency. Her voice remains steady and determined, "I'll pay you something if I have to, I just can't climb the tree!" she calls out, her voice echoing through the quiet street. She takes a deep breath, gathering the last of her strength as she waits for Seth's reply with a angsty and pleading expression writ across her features as the both of them find themselves soaked through and through from the steadily increasing tempo of the falling rain.
Seth says nothing for a moment, as the auburn-haired woman speaks. He simply stands there, taking in her words. The rain steadily begins to fall, and soon enough the both of them are soaked through, making the cold wind ushered in by the storm that much chillier. He hunches his shoulders a little, as if that will help, and reaches up a hand to push some damp black hair from his face. His eyes squint against the water pattering against his skin, as he keeps his focus on the woman. "Fuck I'm..." he glances back to Rosie's Diner, warm light spilling out from its windows and illuminating the darkness. He has to raise his voice a little to be heard against the roaring sounds of rain, thunder, and lightning, "I'm waiting for someone, but shit, fuck, yeah, sure, I'll help, I'll try anyway, show me where." As soon as she begins to walk, he trudges off after her, matching her pace, however urgent, "What's your name?" he calls, "I'm Seth."
Hart Avenue remains cloaked in the heavy anticipation of rain, the sky darkening with the continued downpour. The young woman, her auburn hair damp from the drizzle, stands resolute as she hurries down the street. By her side strides a man dressed in black leather, his punk rock aesthetic a striking contrast to the quaint neighborhood around them. His jacket adorned with a Pagan Goat's head, his hair a now damp and plastered to his skull as he moves with an air of nonchalance, yet his eyes show a flicker of concern. Together, they make their way toward the trailer park, the young womans steps quick and purposeful. Its just over here, she says, her voice tinged with both urgency and gratitude. Thank you so much for coming to help. My name is Ashley!" She sounds much more chipper, if still worried, now that Seth's agreed to help her. Off they go, soon rounding the corner at Prospect and Hart to make their way toward the trailer park...
There he is, she says, pointing up at the tree. Her voice quivers slightly, a mixture of hope and desperation. You gotta get him down from there, before the rain gets any worse! The young woman watches him anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest it seems like. She clasps her hands together, her knuckles turning white as she fights to keep her emotions in check. The rain begins to fall even more heavily, drenching her sundress and sending rivulets of water down her freckled cheeks. Just be careful, she implores, her voice barely louder than the rustling leaves and the distant rumble of thunder. I cant bear to lose him. With that, she'll back and wait to see if Seth can manage to help get her little guy out of this tree before somebody out here gets struck by lightning!"
[Repost] Hart Avenue remains cloaked in the heavy anticipation of rain, the sky darkening with the continued downpour. The young woman, her auburn hair damp from the drizzle, stands resolute as she hurries down the street. By her side strides a man dressed in black leather, his punk rock aesthetic a striking contrast to the quaint neighborhood around them. His jacket adorned with a Pagan Goat's head, his hair a now damp and plastered to his skull as he moves with an air of nonchalance, yet his eyes show a flicker of concern. Together, they make their way toward the trailer park, the young womans steps quick and purposeful. "Its just over here," she says, her voice tinged with both urgency and gratitude. "Thank you so much for coming to help. My name is Ashley! She sounds much more chipper, if still worried, now that Seth's agreed to help her. Off they go, soon rounding the corner at Prospect and Hart to make their way toward the trailer park...
"There he is," she says, pointing up at the tree. Her voice quivers slightly, a mixture of hope and desperation. "You gotta get him down from there, before the rain gets any worse!" The young woman watches him anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest it seems like. She clasps her hands together, her knuckles turning white as she fights to keep her emotions in check. The rain begins to fall even more heavily, drenching her sundress and sending rivulets of water down her freckled cheeks. "Just be careful," she implores, her voice barely louder than the rustling leaves and the distant rumble of thunder. "I cant bear to lose him." With that, she'll back and wait to see if Seth can manage to help get her little guy out of this tree before somebody out here gets struck by lightning! [Speech Fix]"
Seth hurries along, alongside Ashley, boots kicking up splish-splashes of water as they collide with the pavement. Cars zoom along on the road beside them, sending cascades of water where their tires roll along puddles, and Seth narrowly avoids being drenched by one. He turns a corner with the woman, jogging to keep up with her hurried pace, and makes his way down towards the trailer park. Once the pair reaches the tree in question, he comes to a stop, hands on his hips as he peers upwards to try and catch a glimpse of the guilty feline. "Shit..." he says. The trunk and branches are soaked and slippery, this seems like a death trap, or at the very least, an injury trap. "Alright!" he straightens out and draws in a sharp breath, steeling himself as he approaches the bark, "I'll give it my best shot."
With a grimace, Seth reaches up and tries to hook a hand around the lowest hanging, and sturdiest looking, branch. He pulls himself up slowly, a grunt of exertion escaping him, and wobbles a little, clinging to the trunk. "Where are you, cat?" he asks the wind and rain, as gradually, he begins to climb. He doesn't have a lot of experience clambering up trees, not in his adult life, and it's a slow and careful process, threatened far more by the continuous downpour, and even the threat of lightning. "Did you see where they were?!" he calls down to the woman at the foot of the tree, "I can't see them!"
Slow and steady is definitely the way to win this race. It's a good thing too, because that wind and rain isn't looking like it's going to let up anytime soon. Now that Seth is climbing up the tree, it's even harder to see what lies above and ahead of him because of the pouring downfall that's all but knocked the last of the autumn leaves off of this one, that last few finding their way to plaster against the man's leather jacket and face. "He was up toward the top! But I don't know, now!" Ashley calls down from below. That doesn't help Seth any, now does it? But still all he can do is continue to slowly make his way up the trunk of the tree. Staying close to the bases of the branches is wise, as the further up he goes the less sturdy and stable they will become. This tree isn't incredibly tall, but he'll be up over the roof height of a single-story home by the time he can spy the cat. It's a Russian Blue, it's mostly gray fur damp and giving it the most wicked looking scowl face ever seen on a domesticated feline outside of the internet. It's not too far away but it doesn't look like it's interested in moving any, huddled up near the base of a branch maybe two or three hand-lengths out of his reach above him.
Seth clings tight to the trunk when he's not reaching for another branch, the wind and rain buffeting his clothes and body and threatening to throw him off at any given moment. He glances down, a mistake, and his eyes widen as he sees just how far the ground has gotten from his feet. "Shit..." he mutters under his breath, his heavy breathing growing a little shaky. Still, he's determined to follow this through to the end. The clocktower begins to chime, loud, resonating bell tolls echoing through the streets, muffled by the storm, as he climbs up another branch. He can feel this one bend beneath him, and he exhales a shuddering breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathers his thoughts and strength. When he opens them again, they catch a glimpse of the cat that started this all. "There you are" he says through gritted teeth, clambering up yet another, even thinner branch, "Here kitty, here kitty" he says, trying to reach out for it, but quickly realising his arms are far too short, "Come here, I'm going to get you back to Ashley, cmon now, just jump one branch down, you can do it."
Just as Seth is reaching up ... and it seems like the cat might actually use him at the very least as a bridge to try and scramble down the tree? LIGHTNING strikes! Not this tree thankfully, but one nearby with a THUNDERING boom that freaks out the animal and the girl below!- With a yowl, the cat leaps for Seth, clawing and raking and clinging which causes him to start sliding down the trunk of the tree! He'll have to scramble for dear life amidst a cat trying to claw the ba-jesus out of him to avoid falling out of the tree altogether!
OOC: Seth can make it down out of the tree with minimal injuries! (From the fall anyway!) And return the cat to it's owner! I apologize this prompt wasn't a more exciting one but thank you very much for your participation! I will continue to hang about and provide background scene for you until you are ready to head down! If you find yourself not where you need to be let me know, I will happily summon you back to Rosies!
Seth's eyes widen and he almost stumbles from his branch as, claws out, the cat comes hurtling towards him. Turning his head away, he catches them with a resounding thump, and reflexively wraps an arm tight around the feline, even as they claws at his clothes and skin, and spit and yowl. For a moment he struggles to find his footing, and with only one hand now to cling, he's soon slipping and sliding against the slick bark. "Shit shit shit!" he exclaims, as his foot slips over the branch below him, and sends him hurtling down towards the next one. He only just manages to cling on for dear life, still holding the writhing, scratching cat. His descent is much like this all the way down, barely catching himself as he scrapes against the trunk and smacks into branches. Once he's a few branches from the ground, he tumbles right out, colliding with the ground with a groan of pain and a damp thud. He looks wearily up at Ashley, still holding the ill-tempered feline, "I got 'em" he says, weakly, "Please take them before they cut me to ribbons."
The girl is quick to do so, taking her soaking wet feline from Seth quickly. And of course it's not attacking her or trying to claw them to death, and she beams an innocent yet sunshine-watt smile toward Seth. "Thank you so much!" And then she's running off without so much as a word, to get her cat ouf of the rain.
Seth looks terribly unamused at how quickly the cat settles down and ceases their writhing as the woman takes them from his arms. "No problem..." he says, pushing slowly, and with some effort, to his feet. He's soaked, and scratched, and bruised from the fall, and exhales a heavy sigh as he watches Ashley and her cat rush off into the distance. Sheltering under the tree, which actually offers very little cover from the rain at all, he pulls his phone out again, the screen quickly becoming wet, and checks his messages, before stuffing it away again and beginning to trudge off, back to where he came from.
Seth, with no experience in rescuing cats or climbing rain-slicked trees, battles the elements and his own apprehension to reach the stranded feline. The rescue mission becomes perilous as a nearby lightning strike startles the cat, causing it to leap toward Seth, clawing and scrambling in a panic. This sets Seth on a precarious descent, barely managing to grasp onto the branches, with the angered cat in tow. Despite the harrowing experience, Seth successfully returns the cat to Ashley, albeit suffering from scratches and the cold. Without much of a thank you, Ashley hurries off with her pet, leaving Seth to recover from the ordeal and trudge back to his original plans, dampened not just by the rain but by the night's unexpected adventure.
(Seth's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
On Hart Avenue
It is after dusk, about 50F(10C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
Seth trudges along Hart Avenue, neck craned to look down at his phone as he walks. His thumbs tip-tap away at the screen, in the midst of texting, his eyes reflecting its blue-light glow. He narrowly avoids bumping into a passer by, spluttering, "Oh- oh, sorry man" as he staggers around them, before he regains his footing and continues on. Eventually he comes to a stop just outside Rosie's Diner, and leans up against a nearby street light. He waits there for a little while, still staring down at his phone, eventually muttering out a quiet, "Where are you man..." to himself to break his silence.
The quiet heart of Haven, Hart Avenue is tucked away from the towns usual buzz, and as night descends, it embraces an almost otherworldly calm. Tonight, the street exudes a particular mystique, brought to life by the interplay of a quarter moon and looming storm clouds. The sidewalks, worn smooth by years of footfall, wend their way down the length of Hart Avenue. Timeworn street lamps, their iron frames softened by a patina of age, cast golden pools of light that flicker and dance with the whisper of a passing breeze. They illuminate the street in a pattern as irregular as the constellations themselves. In the distance, the rumbling growl of thunder hints at the coming storm, though for now, the air remains a curious mix of anticipation and tranquility. A delicate scent of impending rain lingers on the air.
Despite the growing darkness, the silhouette of the quarter moon is visible, its silvery crescent peeking shyly from behind a shroud of thick storm clouds. The moonlight, fragile and ethereal, paints the tops of the trees and the rooftops of the shops and The Lodge with an otherworldly glow. These buildings, with their quaint facades and welcoming lights, stand shoulder to shoulder like old friends, their windows revealing soft glows from within, hinting at the lives being quietly lived behind those walls. In the rare intervals where the clouds part, stars twinkle sporadically, as if offering silent company to the moon. The occasional chirp of a cricket or the distant hoot of an owl breaks the stillness, punctuating the symphony of the night.
As the minutes pass, the storm clouds draw nearer, and the promise of rain becomes more tangible. The air grows heavier, and the street lamps, almost prophetic in their flickering, seem to warn of the coming deluge. Yet, for this moment, Hart Avenue is a serene sanctuary, a timeless alleyway where the whispers of history and the quiet anticipation of the future converge under a sky poised for change. This is Hart Avenue after duskwhere the play of light and shadow, the hum of nature, and the silent stories of its residents come together in a tableau of tranquility and impending transformation.
Then, that tranquility is broken as a figure can be seen running down the sidewalk coming from the direction of Prospect Avenue. Approaching swiftly, their silhouette soon materializes into the sight of a young woman MAYBE past her twenty-first birthday. Auburn hair and a frantic expression are most noticeable as she spots Seth and veers toward him without breaking stride. "Excuse me, sir! Sir! Excuse me!" She calls out to him, the pleading and urgency clear in her plaintive tone of voice. A hand lifts up, waving toward him even, until she catches up to him and slows - huffing and puffing to catch their breath.
Seth seems to feel, or smell, the threat of rain lingering in the cold air around him. He breaks his gaze away from his phone screen and peers up at the sky for a moment, watching the storm clouds gather ahead. With a slow, foggy breath out, he pulls his leather jacket tighter around his body, a mediocre shield against the coming weather. "He can't still be buying a gun..." he mutters to himself, stuffing his phone away and folding his arms, watching the gathering night in silence. His gaze follows cars as they pass, headlights illuminating the way ahead of them, before glancing back to linger on the diner he has yet to enter. A frown creeps into his expression, brows furrowed softly, but he doesn't move from his place.
At the sound of fast approaching footsteps, Seth's attention is torn away from his thoughts to the silhouette running in his direction. He pushes away from the street light, and he unfolds his arms. He blinks as the woman, as it turns out to be, begins to call out, and he takes a few steps her way to meet her in the middle, "Hey, hey, it's good, what's up?" he asks, narrowing his eyes a little as he examines her, "You alright?"
Usually serene, the street now holds a sense of urgency as a young woman with auburn hair hurries toward the Seth. Her vibrant eyes, a mix of green and gold, are wide with worry as they take in the sight of the man before her. Not exactly the type you would expect to throw in a hand for this sort of thing, that's for sure. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady her trembling hands. Her voice, soft yet filled with desperation, carries through the thick evening air. "Please, will you help me?" The words float on the breeze, blending with the distant rumble of thunder that hints at the approaching storm. You can see the anxiety on her face as the first raindrops begin to fall, their cold touch mingling with the warm tears she struggles to contain. "My cat - hes stuck, and I cant reach him!" Her voice wavers, the fear and worry evident in every syllable. She explains that the tree is near the trailer park, Westhaven, located not so far from here.
The cool breeze sends a shiver through her slender frame, wrapped in a simple sundress that flutters with each gust. She clasps her hands together, her knuckles turning white from the pressure, as she looks around, hoping for a response. Her auburn hair, catching the faint light of the street lamps, shimmers like a beacon against the darkening sky. "Please," she repeats, her worry now almost palpable, as she speaks to this Punk-Rock dressed fellow. "Please help me get him down? The storm is going to wash him away!" In the growing darkness, the silhouette of her slender figure and the cascade of her auburn hair glows faintly, illuminated by the occasional flicker of lightning in the distance. The rain begins to fall more heavily now, soaking her dress and sending rivulets of water down her freckled cheeks.
Desperation and determination mingle in her eyes as she looks up at her new hopeful companion, the cold rain seeping through her clothes and chilling her to the bone. She can feel the weight of each passing second, the storms intensity increasing with every heartbeat. As the rain begins to pour in earnest, the young womans pleas take on a new urgency. Her voice remains steady and determined, "I'll pay you something if I have to, I just can't climb the tree!" she calls out, her voice echoing through the quiet street. She takes a deep breath, gathering the last of her strength as she waits for Seth's reply with a angsty and pleading expression writ across her features as the both of them find themselves soaked through and through from the steadily increasing tempo of the falling rain.
Seth says nothing for a moment, as the auburn-haired woman speaks. He simply stands there, taking in her words. The rain steadily begins to fall, and soon enough the both of them are soaked through, making the cold wind ushered in by the storm that much chillier. He hunches his shoulders a little, as if that will help, and reaches up a hand to push some damp black hair from his face. His eyes squint against the water pattering against his skin, as he keeps his focus on the woman. "Fuck I'm..." he glances back to Rosie's Diner, warm light spilling out from its windows and illuminating the darkness. He has to raise his voice a little to be heard against the roaring sounds of rain, thunder, and lightning, "I'm waiting for someone, but shit, fuck, yeah, sure, I'll help, I'll try anyway, show me where." As soon as she begins to walk, he trudges off after her, matching her pace, however urgent, "What's your name?" he calls, "I'm Seth."
Hart Avenue remains cloaked in the heavy anticipation of rain, the sky darkening with the continued downpour. The young woman, her auburn hair damp from the drizzle, stands resolute as she hurries down the street. By her side strides a man dressed in black leather, his punk rock aesthetic a striking contrast to the quaint neighborhood around them. His jacket adorned with a Pagan Goat's head, his hair a now damp and plastered to his skull as he moves with an air of nonchalance, yet his eyes show a flicker of concern. Together, they make their way toward the trailer park, the young womans steps quick and purposeful. Its just over here, she says, her voice tinged with both urgency and gratitude. Thank you so much for coming to help. My name is Ashley!" She sounds much more chipper, if still worried, now that Seth's agreed to help her. Off they go, soon rounding the corner at Prospect and Hart to make their way toward the trailer park...
There he is, she says, pointing up at the tree. Her voice quivers slightly, a mixture of hope and desperation. You gotta get him down from there, before the rain gets any worse! The young woman watches him anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest it seems like. She clasps her hands together, her knuckles turning white as she fights to keep her emotions in check. The rain begins to fall even more heavily, drenching her sundress and sending rivulets of water down her freckled cheeks. Just be careful, she implores, her voice barely louder than the rustling leaves and the distant rumble of thunder. I cant bear to lose him. With that, she'll back and wait to see if Seth can manage to help get her little guy out of this tree before somebody out here gets struck by lightning!"
[Repost] Hart Avenue remains cloaked in the heavy anticipation of rain, the sky darkening with the continued downpour. The young woman, her auburn hair damp from the drizzle, stands resolute as she hurries down the street. By her side strides a man dressed in black leather, his punk rock aesthetic a striking contrast to the quaint neighborhood around them. His jacket adorned with a Pagan Goat's head, his hair a now damp and plastered to his skull as he moves with an air of nonchalance, yet his eyes show a flicker of concern. Together, they make their way toward the trailer park, the young womans steps quick and purposeful. "Its just over here," she says, her voice tinged with both urgency and gratitude. "Thank you so much for coming to help. My name is Ashley! She sounds much more chipper, if still worried, now that Seth's agreed to help her. Off they go, soon rounding the corner at Prospect and Hart to make their way toward the trailer park...
"There he is," she says, pointing up at the tree. Her voice quivers slightly, a mixture of hope and desperation. "You gotta get him down from there, before the rain gets any worse!" The young woman watches him anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest it seems like. She clasps her hands together, her knuckles turning white as she fights to keep her emotions in check. The rain begins to fall even more heavily, drenching her sundress and sending rivulets of water down her freckled cheeks. "Just be careful," she implores, her voice barely louder than the rustling leaves and the distant rumble of thunder. "I cant bear to lose him." With that, she'll back and wait to see if Seth can manage to help get her little guy out of this tree before somebody out here gets struck by lightning! [Speech Fix]"
Seth hurries along, alongside Ashley, boots kicking up splish-splashes of water as they collide with the pavement. Cars zoom along on the road beside them, sending cascades of water where their tires roll along puddles, and Seth narrowly avoids being drenched by one. He turns a corner with the woman, jogging to keep up with her hurried pace, and makes his way down towards the trailer park. Once the pair reaches the tree in question, he comes to a stop, hands on his hips as he peers upwards to try and catch a glimpse of the guilty feline. "Shit..." he says. The trunk and branches are soaked and slippery, this seems like a death trap, or at the very least, an injury trap. "Alright!" he straightens out and draws in a sharp breath, steeling himself as he approaches the bark, "I'll give it my best shot."
With a grimace, Seth reaches up and tries to hook a hand around the lowest hanging, and sturdiest looking, branch. He pulls himself up slowly, a grunt of exertion escaping him, and wobbles a little, clinging to the trunk. "Where are you, cat?" he asks the wind and rain, as gradually, he begins to climb. He doesn't have a lot of experience clambering up trees, not in his adult life, and it's a slow and careful process, threatened far more by the continuous downpour, and even the threat of lightning. "Did you see where they were?!" he calls down to the woman at the foot of the tree, "I can't see them!"
Slow and steady is definitely the way to win this race. It's a good thing too, because that wind and rain isn't looking like it's going to let up anytime soon. Now that Seth is climbing up the tree, it's even harder to see what lies above and ahead of him because of the pouring downfall that's all but knocked the last of the autumn leaves off of this one, that last few finding their way to plaster against the man's leather jacket and face. "He was up toward the top! But I don't know, now!" Ashley calls down from below. That doesn't help Seth any, now does it? But still all he can do is continue to slowly make his way up the trunk of the tree. Staying close to the bases of the branches is wise, as the further up he goes the less sturdy and stable they will become. This tree isn't incredibly tall, but he'll be up over the roof height of a single-story home by the time he can spy the cat. It's a Russian Blue, it's mostly gray fur damp and giving it the most wicked looking scowl face ever seen on a domesticated feline outside of the internet. It's not too far away but it doesn't look like it's interested in moving any, huddled up near the base of a branch maybe two or three hand-lengths out of his reach above him.
Seth clings tight to the trunk when he's not reaching for another branch, the wind and rain buffeting his clothes and body and threatening to throw him off at any given moment. He glances down, a mistake, and his eyes widen as he sees just how far the ground has gotten from his feet. "Shit..." he mutters under his breath, his heavy breathing growing a little shaky. Still, he's determined to follow this through to the end. The clocktower begins to chime, loud, resonating bell tolls echoing through the streets, muffled by the storm, as he climbs up another branch. He can feel this one bend beneath him, and he exhales a shuddering breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathers his thoughts and strength. When he opens them again, they catch a glimpse of the cat that started this all. "There you are" he says through gritted teeth, clambering up yet another, even thinner branch, "Here kitty, here kitty" he says, trying to reach out for it, but quickly realising his arms are far too short, "Come here, I'm going to get you back to Ashley, cmon now, just jump one branch down, you can do it."
Just as Seth is reaching up ... and it seems like the cat might actually use him at the very least as a bridge to try and scramble down the tree? LIGHTNING strikes! Not this tree thankfully, but one nearby with a THUNDERING boom that freaks out the animal and the girl below!- With a yowl, the cat leaps for Seth, clawing and raking and clinging which causes him to start sliding down the trunk of the tree! He'll have to scramble for dear life amidst a cat trying to claw the ba-jesus out of him to avoid falling out of the tree altogether!
OOC: Seth can make it down out of the tree with minimal injuries! (From the fall anyway!) And return the cat to it's owner! I apologize this prompt wasn't a more exciting one but thank you very much for your participation! I will continue to hang about and provide background scene for you until you are ready to head down! If you find yourself not where you need to be let me know, I will happily summon you back to Rosies!
Seth's eyes widen and he almost stumbles from his branch as, claws out, the cat comes hurtling towards him. Turning his head away, he catches them with a resounding thump, and reflexively wraps an arm tight around the feline, even as they claws at his clothes and skin, and spit and yowl. For a moment he struggles to find his footing, and with only one hand now to cling, he's soon slipping and sliding against the slick bark. "Shit shit shit!" he exclaims, as his foot slips over the branch below him, and sends him hurtling down towards the next one. He only just manages to cling on for dear life, still holding the writhing, scratching cat. His descent is much like this all the way down, barely catching himself as he scrapes against the trunk and smacks into branches. Once he's a few branches from the ground, he tumbles right out, colliding with the ground with a groan of pain and a damp thud. He looks wearily up at Ashley, still holding the ill-tempered feline, "I got 'em" he says, weakly, "Please take them before they cut me to ribbons."
The girl is quick to do so, taking her soaking wet feline from Seth quickly. And of course it's not attacking her or trying to claw them to death, and she beams an innocent yet sunshine-watt smile toward Seth. "Thank you so much!" And then she's running off without so much as a word, to get her cat ouf of the rain.
Seth looks terribly unamused at how quickly the cat settles down and ceases their writhing as the woman takes them from his arms. "No problem..." he says, pushing slowly, and with some effort, to his feet. He's soaked, and scratched, and bruised from the fall, and exhales a heavy sigh as he watches Ashley and her cat rush off into the distance. Sheltering under the tree, which actually offers very little cover from the rain at all, he pulls his phone out again, the screen quickly becoming wet, and checks his messages, before stuffing it away again and beginning to trudge off, back to where he came from.